#( soft........... )

[aaami]

soft

[isabellaofparma]

[rcguna-archived]

@nettoyantfleuri​ sent:  is it time for raguna to wind down yet? evie wants to cuddle. she quietly sneaks behind him and presses her face into his back, squeezing arms 'round his waist. good luck shaking her off...!! maybe... mopey noises muffle into his stinky, sweaty shirt.

Oh, well if it hadn’t been time for him to do that yet it seemed like it was now. The farmer comes to a stop, half out of manners and half because Evie didn’t seem to be letting him go. Her arms around his waist. Her face against his back. There’s a soft sensation to be felt as well, and that contributes to the warmth that fills his chest (and cheeks). There’s a soft sigh to compliment the mood, and after discarding his gloves rests his hands against hers.

“Evie, wouldn’t you prefer if I had a bath or something before you did something like this? I can’t smell that good. It’s been a long day.” Ah, those moping noises... endearing and also the kind of thing that lowers his guard. “This is comfortable though. I missed you today.”

[princelyluck-a]

Let grims look after ur muse

[sylvir-draws]

@ifoughtabee !!!

also hheres an extra bee:

[garyclone]

Imagine a scenario when VB wants to get comfy, so he grabs really safe and soft things and makes a huge pile of them, and then submerges himself into the pile as he falls asleep.

He just MELTS in it

[hopingforjustice]

miss beautifullest reimi sugimoto may i have little a cheek kissy 💓

send to get a kiss from my muse!  /  @naranciao  /  still accepting.

ㅤ ㅤ Narancia was so good to her. Always happy and cheerful, distracting her with his funny jokes, doing things simply to please her, spending hours and hours by her side without ever getting tired… Although she strove to offer the best version of herself to him every time, it seemed like it still wasn’t enough. The balance oscillated slowly to one side, and that worried her. She just wanted him to be satisfied, enjoying a moment of peace — so necessary when he was always under pressure.

ㅤ ㅤ Reimi let him tell everything he did during the day. She made a comment here and there, showing that she was enjoying it, but her attention was turned to something else. Narancia finally made a pause, time to act. Staring at him for a moment longer she rested her hand on his face with a delicate touch of fingertips. She kissed his cheek, his skin warm and soft against her lips — so she leaned back, bright eyes searching his face, trying very hard not to blush. Maybe they were even now?